“You’re so strong.” I took a moment to admire Bear’s biceps. I couldn’t resist running my fingers down his skin. I thought I saw him shiver before he whirled back to me.
“Love your hands on me. But we need to get out of here.”
“No,” I whined. “I want to dance more.”
“Not tonight. I suspect you’ll crash soon, anyway, and I’d rather you be home for that. Come here.”
He held his arms out and I jumped into them, wrapping my arms and legs around him.
“You should carry me everywhere,” I said, kissing his neck.
“Fine by me,” he said gruffly. “Did you bring a bag?”
“Back there.” I gestured in the direction of the dressing room.
I closed my eyes, savoring Bear’s touch. One of his arms was banded around my back, the other firmly under my ass. I still felt hot, and a trickle of slick soaked my underwear.
“Who are you, and where are you going with her?” Kitty’s pissed voice reached me.
“I’m taking her home,” Bear said.
“You’re fucking not.” Kitty’s face appeared in front of me. “You know this guy?”
“Yeah, this is Bear,” I said, patting him on the shoulder.
“She’s safe with me,” he said with a growl.
“I need my bag. And a tissue,” I said with a sniff.
Kitty thrust a wad of toilet paper into my hand. “You sure you want him to take you home?”
I nodded. “You’re a good friend, Kitty.”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t get murdered.”
“I’ll do my best,” I said, closing my eyes again.
Soon, the cool night air hit my skin, and I pulled my face away from Bear’s neck, leaning back and looking up at the stars.
“How did you get here, baby?”
“I skated.”
“You fucking what?”
I grinned. “Being a worrywart is clashing with your bad boy persona.”
“Never been called a worrywart in my life. Who the fuck even says that?” He came to a stop by his motorcycle.
I squealed when I saw it, releasing my hold on him and dropping to the ground. “You’re giving me a ride?”
Bear pulled out a helmet and placed it on my head. “Well, you’re not fucking skating home alone in the dark.” He adjusted the helmet. “It’s not the right size, but good enough.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll go without for now. I’ve got to maintain my bad boy persona, apparently.”
Bear got on the bike and then helped me get on behind him before handing me my bag. I slung it over my shoulder and then pressed myself tight to his back, wrapping my arms around him. He reached back and trailed his fingers down my leg, caressing it as I gave him my address.
